Two earlier versions of L'Autre and L'Autre Cote One: THE OTHER L'Autre, begun on a walk along the DART tracks in Dallas, has gone through many transmutations. Two versions follow, warts and all. A-1 THE Dream of Reason--Revolt Sitting fearfully in the circle, gazing at a triangle till it glowed, I raised and pulled the card over my entire body. I felt the nostalgic shock of recognition. Standing among a great chorus was Alpha, my first destroyer of illusions. I thought of her father off to bomb the dirty Russians in the missile crisis of 1962, her middle-class family huddled in the cold posh lust of auto-destruction. From the vortex came their plethora of words. Having banished the serpent from the garden, how can you expect a mere hand to whip heat into this clammy business? Wanting everything, people forked their tongues, giving them something to call, mine, consciousness, the fire robbed from the gods no wonder eagles peck at our livers. We go to war with a picture. The head of Earth stuffed in Saturn's mouth. The digging stick, a writing instrument, lined the fields. The woman by the moon's a ball of blood opening like a flower before the thirsty lord of birds: into your mouth I place it. With this rite the alphabet is cut exposing the head of the brave swift impetuous male. He put gold in the fire and this Bull came out. Then he poured melt in the river and bade us drink. Come the important day, extort more from her pouches than virtue; if she does not bring gold enough, pour gasoline and set her ablaze. Raising the skulls head blood woman gathers saliva in her hand. Inside her a ladder reaches down lifting me to the new world. Under the heads of swallows the necks of swans on the backs of geese under the tongues of reindeer-- only in the giant's belly does he find the runes to tack the prow and stern. Discover and Acquire land that does not exist. At San Salvador, a daughter sings, "let it shine." Haiti hard rock mines the Nativity with wreckage of La Santa Maria. Ships carried exotica and the pest whose vector's the flea and host the rat. Macroparasites made the poor delicious stigmatizing them with masculine pussies: regularity, narrowness, punctuality, obedience. Aboriginal ghosts accuse: we broke the circle to devour the pieces. ON THE INSTITUTION OF THE MOTHERHOOD MEDAL AND THE ORDER MOTHERHOOD GLORY AND ESTABLISHMENT OF THE TITLE OF HONOR HEROINE MOTHER. Outside the streets listen to the lizard talk of young girls skipping Mentu's rope: "I had a little bird and its name was Enza I opened a window and in-few-Enza. With the True God came the beginning of trampling on the people, the beginning of forced debt, enforced with life, the beginning of individual strife. Numinous glyphs shine though the trial of faith. If nature oppose we shall fight and make her obey. Kronos with a watch not a serpent round about him in gestes "cut down the trees for their is plenty." By day surveyors draw lines, by night, the women pull them out. Condoms interfere with divine intent to strike the member with which we sin. Lone man on a hill: I-na, he-ku-ye Mother come back. Papal Bull , a railroad, split everything in the World Holding Sea belongs to Peter. I suck the end of this cigar, sweet, as if removed from your ass, finger deep. Load ships with gold --like innoculators-- ready for the bright arms of Christ. Nazis are always on the line, fighting for the blood. When humans did not die the dead were always eating more than their share; till a woman tossed a corncob at her dead husband driving his spirit away like an insect. Now there is enough. UFOs lift above the horizon. Marys in a thousand lands are weeping myrrh. One in Dallas warns the Earth will seek retribution. Alpha stood before me like a judgmental father. I remembered the camp out and her wild fire dance wearing a mask of bones. How in the claustrophobic night, she knifed a slit up the wall of the tent and pushed her way through. Thieves come by night to rob Her. Look at the inner parts -- you may not take--whatever is hot is sacred-- the forest whispers and cries.
THE OTHER A-2 Patriarchal Barrier A few minutes later the very young Beta arrived. I took advantage of my authority as her teacher. Thinking on her drunken and abusing father and castrating mother, I unselfishly advised her to go find herself before coming back. My heart is glad I have caught a little bird; my heart is caught in the net with the little bird. I watched her, fearless strike the flesh tethered to the line. She wanted to know just where the holes in her values were-- me thinking what comes from both pairs of lips. Discovered no gold, so cast them down the hills, driving stakes into the wombs of women. Beating your mother father ejaculated on you. I hold with fire, but ice is. At Sand Creek "The Bloody Third" beat out the children's brains like dogs, preserved the women's privates to showcase at the opera-- where shouts rose for a final curtain. The Marquis de Sade delivers the homily like a whip against the body of the Silent Majority-- the ideology of sex economy anchored as moral defense. On the bloody remains deadly nymphs, adorned with ribbons --yellow and blue-- rub their naked bodies against the Christ in hopes of conceiving. From His side a vagina emerges ever increasing production. Familial assumes Papal infallibility Man distinguishes himself beating his wife-- she helps him do it. The accomodating valet mocks his mirror. The libidinous goosestepper provokes the shop girl to hail the fuhrer. Suzy wear a red dress Suzy wear a blue Yonder come Suzy Think what you can do. So long have we suckled fear of freedom is the body's armor, our lingua franca. It that moves no longer through swift water pushes against a streak of red sisters pulling hopelessly at our kayak strings. To facilitate individuation children were stripped--minds of memory, heads of hair-- Beaten with leathers for their tongues, they learned the torturer means to be the only image maker with none before Him. Lift a city man-hole cover and perceive the infrastructural hydraulics of class war. Imposed disorder validates capital assaults people standing in the way. The artist surrenders the key to cops and clerks. Whites steal our body grease to run their machines. Legend turns black: cooked cane feeds the dead aroma and smoke. Marshes of Tigris and Euphrates: A woman prepares fire--feeds her ovens bread. Beating hands do not keep from the flats the war in the water that takes two years to flush. Toxins seep in crevices to green turtle eggs-- Soldiers remark the musical ballet of tanks leave tracks like females, behind. The tide brings in the news: the clutch hatch alone and feed on tar balls-- our pearls of great price. Power the dead have to nourish life leads profiteers to hook their chains onto the wheel. Nazis are always on the line fighting for the blood. Where chastity fattens the money belt, virgins shield soldiers with sexual hygiene. Hair billows denial over the city: extreme discipline masquerades as maximum therapy. What does the God who incarcerates light say of Hiroshima? Beta and I went off to visit an archeological site to celebrate her return. Wandering Horseshoe Canyon, Utah, shrouded with Indian figures rising from cliff faces we seemed archetypal travelers. You were so fecund horseflies could not leave your blood alone. We ran for a mile up the canyon, biting flies s treaking your chalky legs red. Humiliation rose to the surface, but I could not keep them from you no matter how I swatted or cried for your predicament. Was that why, later at my door, when you denied knowing me much less wanting to write my name in your belly or feed our child with the milk of your blood, you looked so bloodless?
THE OTHER A-3 Recollection & Grief Matter Mother Meter Muthos [CONTIGUOUS] Then came visitor Omega carrying a hideous wolf worm called RAMOS. Your father's cock fouls the words in my mouth. "I spit them at you like cum dribbling from a childhood rape," you said, your throat swollen with knowledge. Deus ghost of a skeleton chewed the cord joining mouth and tail. Who then is the puller of skies? We unpeel the earth and roll at your feet the food of death. Bright moment the lovers fall apart darkens us. Our machine has a brain, wings, legs, and a mouth that clacks a train (cada vez, cada ver) over the wall the memory of the animal we kill in the Maestranza. Into lips we go, following through; draw upon the sky's to cut from the herd this song, borrow its last & breathe the image into the animals nostrils. Remembrance recovers our dead. Roots of the crepe myrtle stoke the sides of my father's coffin as we lower it into the hole. Through pink blossoms the straw sucks him piecemeal, releases from his belly hair: scurf, a field of graves. I lived once under sealskin stretched over whalerib. Now the ice I walk on is not real, the woman I visit no longer believes, the ptarmigan sill not bother to fly when I approach. Coyote teaches to live with injustice and loss. I have blackened my face holy Earth maker, dreaming will I be? Our love gone ashen without new arms to embrace this old moon. The bruise you burned in my arm flowered for a month, blue as a morning glory, black as your word, wound that never heals. Love upon the Earth. What serpent rises from her stained paper, cloud from the cosmogram? Nothing can rid us of the disease or call the fish to return from the other side of the world. We are the first last people. Evangelical Christians find reason to hope. Bella Coola Blackfoot Cayugu Chipewyan Cree James Bay Cree Haida Innu Iroquois Kwakiutl Meti Micmac Mohawk Nootka Oneida Onondaga Seneca Tlingit Tsimshian Tuscarova Apache Arapaho Cherokee Cheyenne Choctaw Comanche Crow Hopi Lakota Navajo Shoshone Maya Boruca Bribri Guatuso Lenca Pipile Chol Chuj Kekchi Quiche Chorti Lenca Miskito Mixe Tarahumara Yaqui Lacandon Yucatec Huichol Nahua Zapotec Rama Sumu Choco Embera Guaymi Kuna Guarani Kolla Mapuche Mataco Toba Aymara Ayoreo Chiquitano Chriguano Garavo Mojo Quechua Arara Arawete Asurini Gaviao Kayapo Kreen-Akore makuxi Nambikwara parakana pataxo-Ha-Ha-Hae Tukano Txukurramae Waimiri-Atraori Xavante yanomami Aymara Embera Guahibo Guambiano Paez Wayuu Colorados Pichada Otavala Quichua Cofan Secoya Siona Waorani Shuar Arawak Akawaio Ayoreo Toba-Maskoy Aguaruna Amarakaeri Ashaninka Matsigenka Yagua Yanesha Lakono Karinja Bari Panare Piaroa Wayuu Afar Dinka Eritrean Fipa Fulani Hadzabe Maasai Nuer Efe Mbuti Twa Zhu twasi Shiluk Tigrayan Tuareg Bauh Pathan Chakma Khumi Khyang Lushai Marma Murung Tripua Anamese Bhil Bhilala Chencha Dandami Garo Gond Ho Khasi Knond Kolha korku Malaipantaram manipui mizo Munda Naga Oraon Santal Ratra Tadari Vasara Baluch Pathan Vedda Aborigine Gurindji Kokotha Manjilijarra Pitjantatjara yirrkala yungngora Maoris Kanaky Tahitian Chamorros Dani Kyaka Huli Tsembaga Montagnards Meo javai Manchu Mongolian Uygur Yi Zhuang Asmat Amungme Chimbo Dayak Ainu Negriots Sengoi Iban Kayan Kelabit Kenyah Penan Mongolians Arakanese Chin Kachin Karen Palaung Shan Bangsa Moro Bontoc Hanunoo Ibaloy Ifugao Kalinga Kankanai Akha Lahu Lisu Chukchi Karachaevsky Khakasy Kanty Kazakh Laktsy Talysky Yuit Nez Perce Utes Ache Charma Isneg Kainga Bontoc Ifugao Ibaloy Maranao Yakan Tausag Bangsa Moro Pathan Koochis Karen Zhuang Hui Uygar Miao Tibetans (wild ass, gazelles, bar-headed geese) Nagas Turkic Kazakhs Chuckchi Cham Khmer Nung White Tai Black Tai Yao Muong Meo Inuit Dene Metis Saami (Lapplanders) Chernobyl killed the 30,000 deer saved by killing the Alta Kautokeino dam. Our bloody glove at the throat Oromo San from all we beg forgiveness.
THE OTHER B-4 Re-assertion of the Feminine Omega smiled and offered to return my animal. The wolf worm barred its teeth and lunged at me before transforming itself into a coyote. Then moving off it turned to speak: "at one so bent on knowing, the Woman laughs to think you found her with him at the Faust Hotel." Her wings unveil their circle of pearls, pull us in to the fragrant river that feeds the tree of life. When she lifts her garment how fragrant like the green corn cooked in a pit. Earth closes its mouth till we are cooked. Reading is an augury. The woman's hands are dyed a red dark ochre, reminder of something partly regretted. Nut over Earth-- with our animals and seeds, we shall reach the other side. Wild dance on her belly against such schemes we toss the table of destinies. The thing She bears is memory. The woman is the first kiva and the Earth was before the first. From her pouch shall break the new water. Lines on her brow split like Tigris and Euphrates; in jealousy, the sun has thrown ashes in her face. Yours the hands of Rhea turning the heavens-- calendar & pitch pipe so close you cannot slip a hair between. Zero lying down sky quadrant the first Mother is born when milk enters the ear paddlers set three stones. Ply on ply-- supple fingers, long, stiff thumbs shape the clay. Paunch like the hyena swells-- clay of the river clay of our beautiful Mother. She tuned fingering the long board, her spine. Adorned with images of the sky they're rounding the sacred pole. The girl with shining face and eyes of a bird goes down to the water hiding presents under her dress. Sisters reach up with ten inches of rain. Love must ever be free. Only one great thing sings me when I am mindful. On her thighs she rubs sandalwood. Providing fungus to protect roots, the dead feed their progeny. Now grow a hundred years, young giants embrace their wet nurse warmly. This tree speaks all languages. Let us cut it down. Sitting in the conflagration a golden girl empties her ladle full of ashes.
THE OTHER B-5 Permeable Membrane As a kid I had a strange pastime. The doctor would ask. What do you like? I like to lie out in an open area and let the sun burn me. That's what I like. Sometimes, especially if I have not done it recently, the sun will blister me. Other times, it will make me darker than I really am. Afterwards, my skin is tight all over and it squeezes my body like somebody does when you're afraid of the dark and then you're not alone anymore. But that doctor doesn't know me at all. If he were inside me l ike my skeleton is, he wouldn't have to ask why I like to be burned all up; he would just know. Thunder moves the maidens to rise up. Rain makes the popcorn in my rain stick fall. Here we bury our bread; it is always good when we dig it up. Reach with your tongue and draw me in. Your vagina a signature darkened with foliage my shoot broad in a leaf twists with joy. True lovers need no oil to light their chambers. She is a sow cooked in the belly of the Earth. Land comes from her. We leave offerings at the skirt of Pele, hips moving the sacred hula. With you it was a question of capital, spanish flies to feather your nest; but how you purse is riddles with koans. World-tree, our universal pivot, hydro-axed. Dulce et decorum est we eat from bowls of Patmos Transnationals open jaws on the masks of god. Virtual reality machines produce inorganic substitutes. New World Order confines vision in the narrowest trough. Commercial salmon die in the open sea. With song lines bred out they can not smell their way to fertile ground at the center of Mary's ear. Dragging spikes through her tongue, the woman is the patriarch. Repressive technologies abet identification with emotional plague. Now the state has withered away, there is nothing in the way of desire. After fucking she evaginated. No letters fell from the vessel without content; there was nothing to read. Without knowing beneath the husk, the old woman and old man will cease to feed the evening fires. Wold confounding as kali's neckless, each jewel a skull each skull a letter. Scientists turn natives to profit, stretching the web of particulars for maximum yield. Discretion of parts & radical relativism washed our faces clean of the image. Our God of imagination generates patients. Lakes cannot abide their depth being plumbed. The mythic sickle cuts the line. Like psychic watchdogs, we force children to be absorbed by alien pods. Anorexia/bulimia soul substitute. Defense measure our lack of nourishment. Earth closes its mouth till we are cooked in the dish. Your love sweet and dark as heart medicine vibrant in the pulse and push of blood, running. A skull is kicked but will not go away. It turns into a red ball and then a radiant woman's face. Go to the waters and pull out a stone and place it in a flame; then pull out the heart for that is the true philosopher's stone. The only time my father was warm was when he got angry; that's why I pushed the women I loved to the point of anger. Nature abhors a vacuum, but fears it less than I do.
THE OTHER B-6 Re-integration of the Principles It was dark and my father was dying. Under the quiet ticking of the evening clocks, After trying to brush his teeth, the wife of 43 years suggested a glass. He said, I can't remember how to look in the mirror. Don't be ashamed she said come with me. Now look, this is you reflection. This, now touch, is your face. Put on the toothpaste; that's right. The old man smiled broadly, knowingly, and scratched a frothy paste across the mirror. From a multitude of stomachs one inside another we divine an alphabet of days to protect a wave bringing in the way to paradise through paradise. How happy my hood is full. A baby big as a tiny walrus smiles with two teeth. Thunder moves the maidens to rise up. Rain makes the pop corn in my rain stick fall. Deepening others we become ourselves we feelings match condition. With form the shape of content the work in the world is not debased as counterfeit in the halls of armor and ornament. Foundation for a temple of love Firm as sex light as a lotus a field of snow seen all outward at once. Like rivers to the mill roots connect underground. When you pull one up a star falls from the sky. Your rhythmic weeping sets a bird free. With the old mother, the new calf dives in the water. I open my mouth; dew falls from heaven. In return, I give dirt pure and good. Like Saturn, serpent prokaryotes midwife the future, swallowing. Pluto Plutocracy Plutonium, cathartic release over Persephone, assault on the double helix. Part of the biota, yet, we seem intent on hanging from a shorter chain. we fumigate our gametes, disinfect our children from dirty contact with Earth. Since growing old he could no longer get it up, so bought a machine the inventor claimed would make him harder than ever. The doctor whose name is Frankenstein has given up a chair in electromagnetism to but in at ground zero in the field of artificial intelligence. We shall split, like atoms, the gene: expect an explosion. The man with a pig pizzle-- late nighttime TV personality-- will speak with Dracula on what it is like to be the first step on the road toward male reproductive capacity. We are the children of emergency au secouer au secouer au secouer. We find ourselves singing the lines hear to yonder. Sweet and dark as heart medicine vibrant in the pulse and push of blood, running The woman with her dragon horse divines the way to paradise.
Another earlier version with commentary: L'AUTRE C TE PRELUDE 2-3 minutes Summary: Ancient Paradiso--Matriarchy. Fire dispensed holistically the Uroborus. Sibilant (sounds), balanced cycles of breath reflecting a general ecotropic health. Erotic expression leads to seduction and theft. This section contains many voices. Mezzo is integrated into the whole. Instruments use breath. Organic sounds generally. Abundance and diversity. As the cycles of breath move toward orgasm, the masculine redirects their energy into the current expression of exploitive power. Thus the intended climax, which would be the mysterious conjunction, is thwarted for egotistical purposes in an act equivalent to the proverbial theft of fire. TEXT: [Brackets indicate optional text or information about how to articulate a selection of text] [TAPE and MEZZO: alternating, speaking to herself.] [Refrain: [sometimes the refrains sound like a heart beat or breath other times they are like an ommm in a chant] These goes on throughout the work in diminished or different forms] [Opens wish a hissing'sssssss' sound leading to] She is a sow [The shsss sounds here and to follow embody the She she she [more like the hiss of kundalini power of the serpent--Sophie's emmisary a snake with much heavy of gnosis. Over time this sound will morph into pushing of air] the christian serpent in the garden & morph into whip of industrial steel and eventually into the skipping rope of young girls. The sss's will beat louder then softer as the syllables require. They morph into hysteria/historia.] [The shsss sound is followed by 'ooooooo' leading to] cooked [the ooo embodies the force of breath Oo oo oo oo oo rhythmic and oceanic--as in a birthing, or in orgasmic [with orgasmic variations] experience. This will morph into the machines.] in the belly of Earth --land comes come-muh muh muh [the comes [come-muh] should hit like a heart beat] [breathy and sexy and rhthmic morphs into] Matter/Mother/ [meter] muthos faaaaaaa [leads to] from her [herrrrrr] We leave offerings at the skirt of Pele, [picked up with fr[om] and [o]ff]erings] fa fa fa fa [notice also the hiss picked up with [offering]sssss and [hip]ssss to come] --hips moving the sacred hula, Her breath, [heavy with breathing] geo-thermal, the holy place we are born. [the [ho] is breathy and pla[ce] hisses as does [thieve]ssss to come] Thieves by night go to rob th [softly at the t in thieves thaa the refrain 'take' is almost heard, with [rob] it becomes more pronounced at [tail] below it is fully audible] Her. [herrrrrr] Look at the inner parts; Joining mouth and tail Ta-ke, you may not take hands that you may not take. turn [the orgasmic ooo, oh, ta-ke ta-ke ta-ke etc. should begin to groan with the machine] [this ta-ke will morph into the train clitty clack/ ie. cada vez .] the heavens Whatever is hot is mine calendar and pitch pipe You may not take So close Whatever is hot is sacred you cannot slip a hair between [notice the hisses] the signature broad in a leaf [at lea[f] fa fa fa fa [is more pro- nounced] twists [twist]sssss [the serpent hisses [my shoot] with joy. [NOTE: some of the fa fa fa or ma ma ma, etc, may be a continuous tone (ie. Faaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa, herrrrrrrr, etc. I hear an organic sound morphed into medieval morphed into industrial...] L'AUTRE C TE CONTINUED PATRIARCHAL USURPATION OF THE FEMININE at least 4 minutes Summary: Patriarchal and modern. Energy and culture broken into discrete parts and exploited for personal power. Fire institutionalized and mechanized. Order Obedience Punctuality are required to feed the machine. No voice and no logos are present. Music grows in complexity and self-replicates. Overpopulated--too little space for the operations required (ie to keep the machine going). The Organic/Orgasmic breath of the prelude has become the piston of this epoch. With saturation what appears to be fast actually slows. Maximum production freezes the system into non-production. The artificial vibrating pulse, a mechanical echo of the original organic pulse, increases its frequency and metamorphoses. The first theft of fire constructed a barrier between consciousness (masculine) and the unconsciousness (feminine). Consciousness then usurped the elements of the unconscious and reshaped them into the engines of egoistic power. Thus, the feminine was imprisoned and enslaved through a process that partitioned, debased, and objectified (utilized as needed) her. As the system's appetite increases, it shakes and metamorphoses into an unsustainable omega state--maximum production, zero yield. The reincarnated feminine emerges from that which had previously imprisoned her and attacks the barrier in fury (whose origins lie at the moment of the original theft of fire). [As she goes through the remains] [or as the catastrophe collapses about her], the sounds of the machine are morphed into the ghosts of her grief. TEXT: By the moon, [the 'ooo's from the previous are heard as is an echo of the 'muh muh muh'] the woman's [the hiss in woman['sss] produces the first xtian hiss in the garden] Historia/Hysteria a ball of blood opening like a flower. the sacrificial slit exposes the head of the BRAVE-SWIFT-IMPETUOUS MALE [muh muh Muh muh muh is heard rhyming off of male and the m in marquis below with the hiss above these embody patriarchal usurpation] disguised as the Marquis de Sade [here we need an industrial sounding whip as in the Stalker when the train car is moving. The sound will become the rope.] means to be the only image maker with none before Him. ['come' could continue to 'cone below'] Come [echo of] 'come muh muh muh [With orgasmic undertones] the important day, extract more from her pouches than virtue. If She doesn't bring gold [breathing and] oh oh oh [ sex] enough, pour gasoline and set her ablaze. Now adorned with ribbons yellow and blue, She rubs the bloody growth emerging from His side. [hiss at the end with his side] [what follows is itself mechanical--they are all machines from the 19th century.] cone-clutch cada vez cada ver clamps [like a train on the tracks, clackity sounding] the hole- boring split- nut in the pin polish and morti- singmachines have a brain, wings, legs, and a mouth that clacks a train-- over the wall, the memory of the animal we kill [in the Maestranza]. [sound from a bull fight.] L'AUTRE CONTINUED GRIEF AND RECOLLECTION 4-6 minutes--2 minutes as song With her [passage through] [or experience of] the wreckage of the patriarchal machine and the ghosts of grief she acquires gnosis and begins the reformation of her self and the reassertion of the feminine principle. This is the place of her song. The vortex framed by the ghosts of her grief slowly becomes breath (re-animating the energy from the prelude). With this breath she breathes into the memory of her anger at her offspring and lover, the usurping masculine (in its guise as consciousness). She also breathes into the memory of her grief. In both cases vestiges of the original are present. With this medicine does she gain the gnosis she needs to begin again, her paux [sp] de deux with consciousness. Gradually her breath becomes also a peristaltic motion. She is re-rooting her energy with a renewed sense of self. In short, the unconscious has achieved--through her trials--the gnosis (or touch of consciousness) she needs to begin the second seduction of full consciousness. The peristalsis is feminine in nature, but at the place of the near meeting of the opposing waves the ghost of the masculine rides. Gradually she begins her song celebrating her-self and calling for the masculine--her conscious partner, her lover--the one she needs. TEXT: [The train clacks morph into the sound of girls skipping rope and reciting the below. They repeat as needed.] I had a little bird and its name was Enza I opened the window and in flew Enza. [Screaming] Your cock fouls the words in my throat swollen with knowledge. I spit them at you and go to war with a picture. [from Maria Calais Medea] The valet mocks his mirror, No no NO! the goose stepper moves the girl to hail the fuhrer. Hair billows denial over the city; extreme discipline mascarades as maximum therapy. [echo of] muh muh muh Into lips we go drawing upon the sky's Ring a ring a rosie to cut from the herd this song. pockets full a posey Borrowing its last tissue, ashes we breathe into the animal's nostrils. all fall down... Remembrance recovers our dead. [at re mem brance] muh muh [is heard again] Bella Coola Blackfoot Cayuga Chipewyan Cree Haida Innu Kwakwala Micmac Mohawk Nootka Oneida Onondaga Seneca Tuscarora Tlingit Tsimshian Apache Arapaho Cherokee Cheyenne Choctaw Comanche Crow Hopi Lakota Navajo Shoshone Boruca Bribri Guatuso Lenca Pipil Chol Chuj Kekchi K iche Chorti Miskito Mixe Popoluca Tarahumara Yaqui Lacandon Yucatec Huichol Nahua Zapotec Rama Sumu Choco Embera Guaymi Kuna Guarani Kolla Mapuche Mataco Toba Aymara Ayoreo Chiquitano Chriguano Garavo Mojo Quechua Arara Arawete Asurini Gaviao Kayapo Kreen-Akore Makuxi Nambikwara Parakana Pataxo-Ha-Ha-Hae Tukano Txukurramae Waimiri-Atraori Xavante Bare Yanomami Embera Guahibo Guambiano Paez Wayuu Delaware Pichada Otavala Cofan Secoya Siona Waorani Shuar Arawak Akawaio Toba-Maskoy Aguaruna Amarakaeri Ashaninka Matsigenka Yagua Yanesha Lakono Karinja Bari Panare Piaroa Afar Dinka Eritrean Fipa Fulbe Hadzabe Maasai Nuer Efe Mbuti Twa Zhu Twasi Shiluk Tigrayan Tuareg Bauh Chakma Khumi Khyang Lushai Marma Murung Tripua Bhil Bhilala Chencha Dandami Garo Gond Ho Khasi Knond Kolha Korku Malaipantaram Mizo Munda Naga Oraon Santal Ratra Tadari Vasara Baluch Pathan Vedda Wambaya Gurindji Kokotha Manjilijarra Pitjantatjara Yirrkala Yungngora Maori Kanaky Tahitian Chamorro Dani Kyaka Huli Tsembaga Meo Javai Manchu Uygar Yi Zhuang Asmat Amungme Chimbo Dayak Ainu Sengoi Iban Kayan Kelabit Kenyah Penan Arakanese Chin Kachin Palaung Shan Bontoc Hanunoo Kalinga Kankanai Akha Lahu Lisu Chukchi Karachaevsky Khakasy Kanty Laktsy Talysky Yuit Nez Perce Ute Charma Isneg Kainga Ifugao Ibaloy Maranao Yakan Bangsa Moro Koochis Karen Zhuang Hui Tibetan (wild ass, gazelle, bar-headed goose) Kazakh Cham Nung White Tai Black Tai Yao Inuit Dene Metis Saami Oromo San Our bloody glove at the throat from all we beg forgiveness. [at from and for] Fa fa fa The thing She bears is memory. [at memory] muh muh muh From her pouch shall break the new water. The girl with shining face and eyes of a bird Matter/Mother/Muthos goes down to the water hiding presents. Ssss [hiss heard with presents When She lifts Her dress [and she liftsss her dressss] how fragrant like the green corn cooked in a pit. [at fragrant] fa fa fa [at cooked] Against such schemes with toss the table of destinies. Ooo oo] ta-ke take take [at pit, against, toss, table] ssss [hiss at against, such, schemes, toss, destiniessss] Look at the inner parts You may not take Whatever is hot is mine Ply on ply You may not take supple fingers, long, Whatever is hot is sacred stiff thumbs shape the clay. Paunch like the hyena swells. On her thighs she rubs sandalwood. Muh [from above] and oooooo muh ooo Providing fungus to protect the roots, the dead feed their progeny. Fa fa fa Now grow a hundred years, young giants embrace their wet nurse warmly. [Joining mouth and tail Take take take hands that turn the heavens-- calendar & pitch pipe, so close, you cannot slip a hair between. The signature broad in a leaf twists my shoot with joy.] [or] A skull is kicked but will not go away. [a hiss is heard in this part] It turns into a red ball and then a radiant woman's face. Go to the waters, pull out a stone and place it in a flame; then pull out the heart, for that is the true philosopher stone. L'AUTRE CONTINUED UNION AND RESISTANCE 5 minutes--2 minutes as denouement Summary: Now the masculine consciousness strikes the place at the near meeting of the waves. The feminine is displaced in the wake. What is happening is that consciousness--still untutored by its experience--seeks to re-dominate the feminine. But SHE has changed. With each passing strike, the feminine displacement in the wake grows in strength. At some point her weight causes the masculine to lose balance and the wave becomes the unsteady vortex of a wobbling gyroscope. The feminine will not be dominated as before. She insists that consciousness pass through the necessary experience that will lend it some measure of unconsciousness--thus the unsteady wobble of the Earth will find its balance, held in the lover's embrace. That resolution is for some other moment. Here the partners oscillate-- [wildly?]. TEXT: Cathartic release over Persephone [morphed from earlier Breath sounds and starting with Persephone, we split, like atoms, the gene. pig pizzle etc.] Pluto, The man with a pig pizzle--late nighttime TV personality Plutocracy, Plutonium will speak with Dracula on what it is like to be the first step on the road toward male reproductive capacity. World confounding as Kali's necklace, each jewel a skull, each skull a letter. This tree speaks all languages. Let us cut it down. Sitting in the conflagration, Sssssshisses [become au secouer] a golden boy empties his ladle full of ashes. After fucking [with fuck] Fa fa fa fa she evaginates. No letters fall from the vessel without content; there is nothing to read. With you it is a question of capital, [at question of capital] Spanish flies to feather your nest; Au secouer au secouer au secouer but how your purse is riddled with koans. [hisses, oo oh, skipping Machines all present'] Thunder moves the Furies to rise up. We are the Children of emergency. [cut the following if used above] A skull is kicked but will not go away. It turns into a red ball and then a radiant woman's face. Go to the waters, pull out a stone and place it in a flame; then pull out the heart, for that is the true philosopher stone. [Like rivers to the mill roots connect underground. When you pull one up a star falls from the sky.] From a multitude of stomachs, we divine an alphabet of days bringing in the way --sweet and dark as heart medicine, vibrant in the pulse and push of blood, running Reach with your tongue and draw me in. [cut the following two lines if used above] Your signature, darkened with foliage, my shoot, broad in a leaf, twists with joy. The woman with her dragon horse divines the path to paradise.